DOND
I was watching my new favorite show the other day, "Deal Or No Deal", when the contestant made the following remark to The Banker:
"I am taking you down to Chinatown."
Now, I happen to love the movie Chinatown and my first thought was, "Please. How dare you reference Chinatown when you're playing Deal Or No Deal. Do you even know what that means?"
And then I started thinking about it - Chinatown, the place where nothing is as it seems, where everyone speaks a different language, where just when you think you've got the place figured out, it shifts, it changes and you realize that you don't know anything. It's a place where chaos reigns supreme, a place where random happenstance controls fate like a wildly fired bullet hitting you in the back of the head.
So it hit me - DEAL OR NO DEAL IS CHINATOWN. Nothing makes sense. Everything is random. It's madness. It's picking numbers out of a hat and hoping that somehow everything turns out okay. You can't learn this game, you can't crack the code. On minute you’re cheering high dollar amounts and the next you’re begging for a penny. All you can do is give into the fog of chaos and pray for the best.
Last night there was a woman who was writing her suitcase selections down on a pad. Why? How does that help?
Forget about it, Contestant. It's Chinatown.
"I am taking you down to Chinatown."
Now, I happen to love the movie Chinatown and my first thought was, "Please. How dare you reference Chinatown when you're playing Deal Or No Deal. Do you even know what that means?"
And then I started thinking about it - Chinatown, the place where nothing is as it seems, where everyone speaks a different language, where just when you think you've got the place figured out, it shifts, it changes and you realize that you don't know anything. It's a place where chaos reigns supreme, a place where random happenstance controls fate like a wildly fired bullet hitting you in the back of the head.
So it hit me - DEAL OR NO DEAL IS CHINATOWN. Nothing makes sense. Everything is random. It's madness. It's picking numbers out of a hat and hoping that somehow everything turns out okay. You can't learn this game, you can't crack the code. On minute you’re cheering high dollar amounts and the next you’re begging for a penny. All you can do is give into the fog of chaos and pray for the best.
Last night there was a woman who was writing her suitcase selections down on a pad. Why? How does that help?
Forget about it, Contestant. It's Chinatown.
posted by la.barabbas at 7:13 PM
4 Comments:
Did you see ot tonight when dude was part of a clown family and he proposed to his girlfriend?
Chinatown is also where you get Dim Sum on Saturday afternoon. I miss that...
If they start getting someone to come onstage and threaten to slit noses with switchblades, I'll watch the show more often.
I like you, Joe Powell.
Very nice observation, well written and funny too...I WILL come back to this place often.
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